When the going get tough, the tough…

I have nothing better to do, so I spent 2 hours in the hairdressers chair yesterday afternoon getting a perm. I love it, although, it looks (and feels) a bit like I slept on it and need to wash it. Tomorrow afternoon — have to wait until tomorrow.

I love how it turned out, and it’s going to be so much nicer looking (with hardly any effort) than the straight hair was. It’s crazy that it’s long enough to perm, though. And not poodle tight curls, either. Nice wavey bouncy curls that are just right. Awesome.

Oh! Guess who called this morning?

Yup, that would be sign company number 1.
You snooze you lose, buddy.

Gotta go, the boys have started a new club, and want to give me tour of club HQ.

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Well, look at the new do! I love it! Weird to see you with longer hair though. What kind of club did the boys start? Is it the “If we play our card right Mom will be out of the house a lot with the business and we will be home alone!” club?